Semua Bab Betrayed By The Billionaire: Bab 291 - Bab 300

Standing in the cold light of the breakfast nook, Sarah Vance felt the last pillars of her world turn to dust. She remembered the promises—the whispered vows in the rain, the way Arthur Vance had once looked at her as if she were the sun itself.For seven years, she had poured her youth, her ambition, and her heart into their home. She had been his strategist, his confidante, and the mother of his child. Yet now, the man standing before her spoke as if her life had been a series of charitable donations. He had forgotten the nights he spent pacing outside her door, begging for a chance. He had forgotten how he had knelt, weeping with joy, when she finally said "I do."Now, he looked at her with the clinical detachment of a liquidator. Every luxury he had once draped over her with "love" was now being used as a ledger of her debt to him. At this moment, Sarah realized with a haunting clarity that she had fed her soul to a wolf."So," Sarah whispered, her voice cracking under the weight

The air in the cold, cavernous living room felt thin as Maddy looked up at her mother with eyes that held too much clarity for a three-year-old. "Mommy," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Are you going to divorce Daddy?"Sarah Vance froze. She didn't have an answer. In the elite world of Haicheng, divorce wasn't just a signature; it was a war of attrition. She would sign the papers in a heartbeat if Arthur Vance surrendered custody of Maddy, but she knew the Vance family ego. They viewed heirs as property. Arthur would never let her walk away with his "bloodline" without a fight that would leave them both in ruins."Daddy isn't coming home... is it because there’s a pretty lady outside?" Maddy asked suddenly.Sarah’s heart skipped a beat. A cold, prickling sensation crawled up her spine. "Maddy... who told you that? Where did you hear such a thing?""A pretty lady told me," Maddy said, clutching Sarah’s hand. "She said she was going to be Maddy’s new mommy. She bought me lots of ca

Was Xavier Grayson doing this on purpose? Was this his way of punishing her for fleeing the estate—by planting his "old flames" and her most bitter rivals into the one sanctuary she had left?As Chloe Bishop walked out of Coach Li’s office, her face a mask of cold resolve, Lulu caught up to her, her eyes darting toward the far end of the paddock. "Chloe, maybe we should just quit Swift-Swallow," Lulu whispered, her voice uncharacteristically small. "Seeing those women here... it’s going to be toxic. It’s going to ruin your focus."Chloe stopped and turned to her friend, shaking her head. "We were here first, Lulu. Why should we run? If anyone is leaving, it’s them. We have a goal—the National Grand Prix. We don't let outsiders dictate our pace."Lulu looked toward Zoe J., who was currently adjusting her gloves with a practiced, ethereal grace. To the world, Zoe J. was the "White Rose" of Haicheng—the one woman the untouchable Hunter Reed had never been able to truly claim.Lulu felt a

The air at the racing track was thick with unspoken threats as the red Ferrari pulled away. Inside the car, Clara Blue couldn't contain her confusion any longer. She turned to her cousin, Blueberry, her voice hushed but urgent."Cousin, I don’t understand," Clara whispered. "Why haven't you just told Chloe Bishop the truth? Why haven't you told her that you are Liam Jr.’s biological mother?"Clara was baffled. If Blueberry held such a lethal trump card—the ultimate claim to the Grayson lineage—why was she letting Chloe act with such regal defiance?Blueberry cut her a sharp, icy sideways glance. "I have my own plans. Keep your mouth shut about this, or I’ll ensure you never step foot on a track again."Clara bit her lip and sank into the leather seat. "Fine. I got it."Zoe J., the "White Rose," remained silent as she watched the scenery blur past. Only after they had cleared the track gates did she speak, her voice melodic but heavy with professional concern. "Chloe is strong. Far str

Chloe Bishop lay in the expansive master bed, her muscles coiled with a tension she couldn't suppress. Every time the floorboards creaked or the wind whistled against the glass, her heart hammered against her ribs. When Xavier Grayson finally emerged from the study and slid beneath the silk duvets, she instinctively moved to the very edge of the mattress.To her surprise, Xavier didn't reach for her. He maintained a cold, rhythmic distance. Eventually, the steady sound of his breathing lulled Chloe into a fitful, shallow exhaustion.But sleep brought no peace.In the dark theater of her mind, the elevator doors slid open again. The shredded, blood-soaked face lunged forward. Chloe turned to run, her feet feeling like lead in a pool of mercury. She screamed, but no sound escaped. The "thing" was inches away, its cold breath ghosting over the nape of her neck where the bruise still throbbed."Chloe, wake up. Chloe!""AHHH!"Chloe bolted upright, a strangled scream finally tearing from h